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A few years back, I moved to a different state with my boyfriend. Although excited, I was anxious about being away from my friends and family. One of the ways my anxiety manifested was with frightening nightmares and night terrors. I’d wake up jerking upright in a cold sweat, gasping for air. On one particular night, I woke up to the sound of our doorbell. Which at 4 in the morning is fucking nerve wracking. So I shook my boyfriend fully awake and told him I heard the doorbell and to go check it because I was scared. He quickly jumps up, threw on some clothes and grabs a bat. Goes all the way to the front door and opens it. I, terrified, am peering from around the corner watching it all go down. I see him step outside and I fearfully await the outcome when I hear him call out to me. “Babe?” And I respond trembling, “Yes?” He stands in the doorway with a real frustrated tired look in his eyes and says, “We don’t have a damn doorbell.”